While I'm eager to fulfill some of these Only-give-a-shit-on-January-first Resolutions, I'm a little freaked out by one in particular. And then I open myself up to accusations of hypocricy and general loserdom. Or simple Mockery. Yes. I know my friends love me, but I can also safely predict that after you bastards read on, and after the eyebrows are arched, the flow of snorts & giggles & mumblings of Good Fucking Luck will flow forth. Well fuck you! Nice friend you are!

So if I quit chewing on my fingers and wipe the blood off and get some band-aids and wrap my lil stubs tighly, so that I then have to quit using the excuse that I simply cannot type a goddamn thing because I'm trying not to bloody up work equipment because I respect my office (while ignoring the fact that I'm fucking off at work while I do this all day) - then I merely have to put fingerstump to keyboard and just come out with it.

Okay - my Resolutions for This Year are:
1. Play some tennis
2. Truly save up money and get our asses to Hawaii sometime, perhaps. Possibly.
3. Maybe get married along the way. For fuck's sake. I mean, really.
4. Um. Quit drinking?

So. If you know me well, then #4 might have caught your eye. Just a lil bit. Yeah, I said it. There.

So while I fully expect happy hours and mixers and dinners and all the things that are integral to my job and life to be as torturous as the Spanish Inquisition, I'm almost looking forward to it. I'm curious to see what the hell will happen to my body. If I'll be curled up in a sweaty corner of my cubicle because I skipped a drunken lunch with a buddy. Will I be twitching and crying and sucking down bottles of rubbing alcohol under the bathroom sink?

Okay, probably not. But the fact that this is Day #4 Without Booze and I'm patting myself on the back is probably saying something.

Holy crap. I thought I was done. I just re-read #2 and #3 and noticed that those are rather lofty goals as well. Hahahaha. Quiting drinking is tougher than those two?!?

Shit I'm fucked.